Sometimes I don't know what is the best way to **** yourself
Am I too young to even plan this?
Or life isn't just for me

It seems like everyday I am dying slowly. I feel that I am suffocated in a closed room by people who are chaos to my thoughts and poison to my heart

I can't put all of my emotions in a tightly-closed jar because I fear that they will still come after me—
Seeping through my soul and in turn, will held me captive

A butterfly that has eluded to me; that's what you are
I tried so hard but I can't

Maybe if I die today; nothing will change
The stars will continue to appear
The sun will still give light at the surface of the Earth; able to provide sunshine to the people I left behind

The moon, the illuminator of darkness, despite its craters will always give hope in the absence of light

Is it me or my mind has completely gone wrong or my perception has just failed to look at the illusion this
world has cursed upon

c.j.d

I love too deeply.
Willing to hold onto the last thread of hope, no matter how small.
Even if you push me way,
Tell me you hate me,
Ignore me.
There's always going to be that fraction of a chance
that one day maybe you'll come back to me.
And we can go back to how we used to be.
Back to that place where I was happy.
So here I'll wait,
Counting the days until I'm whole agin.